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I also had to look up certain dates on wiki as not from the US, and got stuck in two other parts.
Totally enjoyed, looking forward to the other games in the series...
In retrospect, I really feel the only ones worth playing are ripper and testament.
The other ones are so inferior to these two that they weren't worth the time I put into them.
Sounds sort of silly in a game of this type but I was also hoping for a moment in the game where I'd be physically chasing the murderer through the game world, with Jack (identity unknown of course) diving just out of reach behind corners with me and Watson in persuit. That would've been amusing but never came.
Other than that though, great. Some of the puzzels are excellent (when the information is provided - admittedly I just had to consult walkthroughs with some of them). The 19th century feel of London is there. Soundtrack, historical accuracy; again all good enough. Worth playing imo.
I hope it gets better.
The design, soundtrack, details are beautiful.
Near the end there's a great scene with Homes interrogating a suspect that felt like a movie.
To be fair, in reality even experienced doctors and police were horrified and rendered ill by the sight of the last victim. To anyone playing the game after reading this, trust me when I say there's a reason they have the very last victim's....post-mortem condition.....sculpted in clay. The real crime scene photos - though black and white stills from the 1880s - are still able to turn many a stoic man's stomach.